{"id":10440,"date":"2014-10-08T12:26:51","date_gmt":"2014-10-08T17:26:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sinclairclarion.com\/home\/?p=10440"},"modified":"2014-10-08T12:27:31","modified_gmt":"2014-10-08T17:27:31","slug":"sinclair-student-poetry-submissions-week-of-october-7th","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sinclairclarion.com\/home\/tartan-news\/2014\/10\/08\/sinclair-student-poetry-submissions-week-of-october-7th\/","title":{"rendered":"Sinclair Student Poetry Submissions – Week of October 7th"},"content":{"rendered":"
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All poems by Latisha Ellis<\/em><\/p>\n

Reality in a Dream<\/strong><\/p>\n

A sweet breeze washes over the tree Remind me of a peaceful time I once lived<\/p>\n

The wind comforts me like a blanket As Mother Nature soothes my soul Where have you been, Father Time?<\/p>\n

I\u2019m 22 now.<\/p>\n

The leaves sing to me a melody of utopia Where the sky is a milkshake of colors and berry blossoms fill the air<\/p>\n

But instead<\/p>\n

I look around smack from my delicious day dream
\nto my reality of a mentally broken estrogen filled alcatraz<\/p>\n

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Temptation<\/strong><\/p>\n

Walking on the sun as it burns my soles,
\nShe breathes on me and my blood turns cold.<\/p>\n

Her kiss is a poison with a hint of sweet.
\nShe\u2019s clever at keeping the devil inside her discreet.<\/p>\n

What wouldn\u2019t a man do to be in her arms?
\nLike snakes dancing in a trance; you\u2019re suddenly charm.<\/p>\n

She\u2019ll smile and soak in everything you ever wanted somebody to hear. Then when you are broken, she\u2019ll quench her thirst with your tears.<\/p>\n

Take heed to this warning; when you pass her, don\u2019t look back.
\nFor even Satan himself has fallen in her trap.<\/p>\n

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I Am From<\/strong><\/p>\n

I am from bikes laid out in the front yard while little bad ass kids run around in the streets where the air smells of cornbread and collard greens where we walk by faith and not by sight
\nand a boy named Trey plays basketball all day and night.<\/p>\n

I am from bullets spraying the ground like a rain shower
\nwhere supply and demand was weed, pills, and coke<\/p>\n

where the only colors allowed in your crayon box was either red or blue and making it to 21 was too old to die too soon<\/p>\n

I am from the only way to make it is dribble a ball, rap a line or running track when you turn around and there\u2019s a gun to your back<\/p>\n

But I come also from strong black mothers raising their children making ends meet where mothers miss meals so us kids never went hungry<\/p>\n

where they break fire hydrants as a way to cool off
\nand it was the dope dealers paying for formula and diapers and bibs
\nwhere 50 cents got you a pop from the truck that sold ice cream<\/p>\n

I am from where I am as you can see
\nI am who I am cause where I\u2019m from made me<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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